Tuesday, November 30, 2010

100 Thing Challenge- My Closet

“Tank top, Tank top, Tank top, too small, wayyy too small, needs to be washed again, tank top”.

That was me going through my closet this morning, looking for a shirt to wear to work. I ended up grabbing a collar-less long sleeved from my drawer, and proceeded to tell myself and Jeremy that I NEED to go through my clothes. He asked me “How do you buy so many clothes and none of them fit!” My responses “talk to the boobs!”. My entire body has changed so much after pregnancy. My butt has now disappeared (I didn't realize how great of a butt I had!), and now my boobs have weights on them, or gravity has taken its toll. The amount of bras I have are ridiculous- and how many fit? Exactly one. Target. $14.99.

When I came into work this morning, my boss had printed out an advertisement for a clothing swap happening on campus. What a neat idea! We got to chatting, and she said it was so surprising how so many people still show up to an interview in jeans and flip flops. I remember interviewing people, trying to fill a position at the ACPA awhile back. There was someone who I interviewed who, this woman, in her 40s, had worn flip flops, a very grungy tee-shirt, and flip flops to an interview. Did she really think she would get hired, or did she just have nothing to wear? Well- I need to be more professional. My boss said one of the reasons I got hired was because of my professionalism. So I need to step it up. Just because everyone dresses in jeans here, does not mean I get too all the time too. I represent the VP, and it’s important to represent her well. Plus she’s a fabulous person that I want to represent well. SO. As I wear a long-sleeved, non-collared shirt, dress pants that need to be hemmed, and my flats that I’ve owned since high school that since the thread came undone- I’ve taken a black sharpie to them to cover up the white thread... I’ve realized- I need to go through my closet. I don’t need to necessarily go shopping, because I very well could have clothes that fit. I just have too many things that don’t fit on top. I may get healthier, but I probably won’t have my pre-pregnancy body again. Right now I weigh 5 pounds less than I did 9-months pregnant. Granted- I only gained 10 pounds in my pregnancy (I threw everything else up), but I can’t keep holding on to these clothes that I’ve had since college and pre-college, hoping/wishing/imagining that they’re going to magically fit! The fact of the matter is I’m not working out right now as much as I want to- and in the mean time, I need clothes that represent me well. So it’s out with the tight shirts, black sharp-ed shoes, and barley-hanging-on-to-my-hip pants. I’m breaking out the sewing machine, the gift cards, and the trash bags. It’s time to recycle some of the clothes I have. Fact is- I do not need 10 sweatshirts. You can only wear one at a time. I don’t need the 20 pairs of shoes I have. I DO need to buy a pair of good tennis, and probably some other black flats, but I can get rid of the pair of black dress shoes that I bought 2 years ago that are now at least 1 size too big. And I can stop trying to wear them and pretend like they fit.

My good friend Melanee is doing the 100 Thing Challenge (http://guynameddave.com/about-the-100-thing-challenge/), and I think that’s something that I’d like to do eventually. First thing first. Bag up the clothes that: 1- you only wear once a year (but I still really like that pair of dressy strappy black high heels), 2- don’t fit (even if you add or take away one size), 3- you have 10 of (besides underwear). It’s my goal to do this with a grateful heart. Not crying or whining over my favorite items or the clothes I have sentimental attachments too. But don’t also just keep all the black or white shirts and one pair of jeans. Just be wise. I’ll let you know how it goes… maybe even with some pictures. J

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Emelynn's Birth Story

The beginning of the best days of our life....
Emelynn Grace Miller, our daughter and daughter of Christ
Born Saturday, May 15, 2010 at 11:38AM

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Tuesday, May 4; 37 Weeks 3 Days

I measured 50% effaced. Not dilated. My doctor, Dr. Raymond Frink, would now be traveling to the East Coast, taking his first ever 2-week vacation for the first time in over 20 years to see his son graduate college. Awesome. Well at least his vacation was no surprise. Despite Jeremy and I's attempts to convince him, Dr. Frink went on vacation anyways, and assured us we would be well taken care of. He said he expected Emelynn to be one-two weeks early still, just his "gut feeling", but said if that didn't happen, we'd have an appointment with him at 40 weeks, 2 days.

Tuesday, May 11; 38 Weeks 3 Days

Very nervous to see a new doctor, and praying I would be comfortable with her. This was my first time with a new OBGYN Doctor in several years. To my comfort, the doctor was great. Although she did seem more worried than I was about Emelynn's growth. Emelynn was measuring at an estimated 35 weeks long.

I was now 50-60% effaced, and still not dilated. She noticed I had still only gained ten pounds since we conceived, so the new Doc ordered yet another ultrasound. (Emelynn had already had an extra ultrasound to check her growth and my fluids at 32 weeks... she was fine.) The new Doc threw out scary words like "possibly induce" and "she'd do better outside"... the Doctor was nervous that my fluids were low and perhaps that's why Emelynn was not growing as much... that perhpas she would grow better outside my womb. Words like "healthier outside" and "induce" are never words a Mom- much more a first-time Mom, want to hear.

Throughout this entire pregnancy, God gave Jeremy & I such a peace that our little girl was healthy and growing. I had mixed emotions for sure....Despite knowing everything would be okay, I was still a bit nervous that she was so small still. Excited to see our little one again, even if it was in black and white....

The ultrasound came back saying she was fine. The tech, Megan, was actually the same young woman who measured Emelynn at 32 weeks, and she recognized me and remembered Emelynn's name! She comforted me so much, and was so kind. (Thank you Jesus!) Megan commented again on how cute Emelynn's "cute little cheeks!" were several times, and told me that our daughter was doing just fine, she just would be tiny!

Thursday, May 13; 38 Weeks 5 Days

Jeremy & I went to Bryce Jessup's retirement celebration at William Jessup University, my alma matar. We had a great time seeing old friends and making new ones, but left a bit early as my lower back was real sore, and I was yet again experiencing what I had now decided to call my Braxton Hicks contractions, even though everything I had felt up to this point were 100% in my back. It felt like every time I had thrown my back out, when you stand up, or roll over too fast without properly supporting your back or your neck- the pain was excruciating, but brief. The longest pains would last maybe 90 seconds. I asked Jeremy if he was okay leaving early, and he agreed, being so supportive and driving slowly over the speed bumps entering into our neighborhood, and rubbing my back once we were home.

Once we were home, I drank lots of water and the pains went away until about two hours later, when they started up again. In my head I kept convincing myself that "this wasn't it". I had previously had so much pain, these Braxton Hicks, in my lower back for the last two weeks now, and they had never progressed into anything. 'I wonder what a contraction actually feels like... could this be it? Just back labor?' I laid in bed, hoping they would either go away, or progress into full labor quickly and neither happened. I was up for about 3 more hours with these sharp back pains, coming in waves. I used the birth ball and rocked back and forth, leaning my forehead on our bed for support. Jeremy rubbed my back. I did various yoga positions to help stretch my tight muscles, focused on my breathing, kept trying to count through the pain... it was the only thing to keep me focused. I woke up at about 3 in the morning, frustrated that the BH contractions had gone away, and I had faded asleep, and that I was now waking up another day- pregnant.

Friday, May 14; 38 Weeks 6 Days

After some research online and weighing the pros and cons, and a bit bitter that I was still pregnant after last night's back pains, I decided to purchased Evening Primrose Oil and Castor Oil, two substances which are known for helping to speed along effacement and dilation. I figured in the end, she'd come when she was ready so why not help her along if she's close? I heard that Castor Oil could cause nausea and diarrhea, but figured I was already the first and the second would help just clear things "clean" so why not? How bad could it be compared to how uncomfortable I was now?

After coming home from Target I came home, announced to Jeremy that 1- I might be on the toilet for a little bit and not to worry, and 2- we're going into labor tonight (to which he responded "oh really" *with doubt*. To which I responded with slight sarcasm and an extremely high level of hope, "Yep. I'm done being pregnant and I'm ready to meet her!".

To help avoid any possible, and further, nausea, I did as many had suggested and mixed in the Castor Oil into some spaghetti. Despite its supposed "tastelessness", I found it tasted like eating pasta dripping with oil, and only had a small amount off my plate. I also took one of the Evening Primrose vitamin supplements. After about 3 hours, I though, 'Well that was a great waste of a good plate of spaghetti. These supplements are supposed to help contract muscles to cause diarrhea, and hopefully contractions. I don't even have to go to the bathroom.' Jeremy & I went to bed around 9:00, only for me to wake up again at 1:00 to go to the bathroom, and yep- #2 in plenty. Yuck. Immediately after they started.

Saturday, May 15; 39 Weeks

I didn't know if they were contractions still because they honestly were 500% in my lower back- excruciating, debilitating, immobilizing, back pain. I went into the nursery as to not wake up Jeremy, tried rocking on the birth ball and rocked in the rocking chair- tried to drink plenty of water. After an hour, my "gut" told me to wake up Jeremy.... 'he'd want to be awake if I actually was in labor'...

The pain was getting bad now, and I was having a hard time managing. Despite what I thought, I actually don't have that great of a pain tolerance. I think I had equated several previous injuries and experiences (black belt testing, countless knee dislocations, etc.) to having a pain tolerance. Negative. This just means you're active, not that you handle pain well.

So I went into the nursery and sat in the rocking chair. Jeremy came in and sat on the birth ball next to me *we switched later* :)... Jeremy switched from half asleep mode to supportive helpful what can I do to help husband almost immediately after seeing how much pain I was in. Both of us sure prayed this was it. I did as many yoga moves as I could remember, but the most helpful thing was something we had learned in one of our Kaiser birthing classes. I was in the cow position of the cat to cow, and Jeremy would be behind me, pressing my hips together. This was most helpful in alleviating some of the back pressure. Jeremy grabbed my phone and using a contraction timer application on my phone, began timing my contractions. I didn't care that they were all in my back and I didn't feel a single thing in my stomach; these had to be contractions *and I better be in labor*. I just kept imagining our precious baby girl who I couldn't wait to meet.

I ended up throwing up at one point because of the pain, and moments later peeing slightly on the floor. (Looking back on the next few hours to transpire, this was probably my water breaking). I could no longer control any part of my body or how I reacted to the pain. Jeremy kept bringing me back to reality and counting through the contractions with me **this helped immensely***. Focusing on my breathing helped as well; taking deep long breaths. Jeremy did great. I am so grateful he was there.... at some point I remember sitting on the loveseat and saying, "Jeremy I think you should probably start packing the hospital bag". At this point I needed him there with me every contraction, but there wasn't enough time in between them for him to take two steps away. They were coming back to back, with little to no break in-between. Jeremy began putting together our bag, and called my parents who would be watching our dog. I remember telling him - tell my parents that this still MIGHT NOT BE IT. I was terrified myself of this not being it, and was scared of disappointing them, and Jeremy, and being disappointed myself. **Amidst all this pain, who knew I could still be overly emotional! :)***

A bit after 5AM Jeremy and I ventured downstairs and walked about 200 yards. That was as far as I could go. My parents pulled up a few seconds later and gave us hugs and kisses and words of encouragement, and promised to be there as soon as we asked. Jeremy prayed for the three of us in the car on the way there....We checked into Kaiser a bit after 6.

We checked into the Labor & Delivery hospital at Kaiser Roseville, all the while praying that I was at least 3 cen. dilated so they would admit me. There was no way I could go home. I was in the greatest pain I'd ever been in.... They put a monitor on me and baby. I sat sideways on the bed and Jeremy was right in-front of me, counting through the pain, being a constant source of encouragement and support and love. A nurse that wasn't ours came in and said that Doctor was doing her rounds before changing shifts, but she was just down the hall. She looked at the print out of my contractions and said - "wow! You're doing great. Your contractions are really close together. Keep it up, Doctor will be here shortly." It would be an hour later before I would get checked.

I got checked and I was one cen. dilated, to which the nurse happily pipped in to Jeremy, "She's in so much pain. I hear back labor is the worst. Can you believe this is only early stage labor!". I wanted to kill her. A small while laterthis same nurse asked me if I had taken any classes. I again had an urge to hurt her, since Jeremy & I had dragged ourselves to pretty much every prenatal class Kaiser offered, PLUS prenatal yoga (which I loved).

I was absolutely heart-broken I wasn't dilated further. Not totally because I hadn't progressed that much, but because I knew I couldn't get any pain medicine. The Doctor then went into a full dictatorship like character, telling me to get on my side. I calmly explained that my OB had said it was okay to be on my back, as long as I was confortable. If I was lying on that nerve that makes lying on your back dangerous when you're pregnant, I would start to go numb. Otherwise, my Doctor said it was okay. She curtly told me that right now, I need to lie on my side because the baby's heartrate was too low. Once the baby's heartrate is stabilized, I can lie back on my back. Terrified and feeling like a child getting lectured in school, I rolled on my side and waited for things to be explained in more detail. The Doctor turned to the nurses and ordered me to get an IV, and some other medicine, in-case the baby's heartrate dropped even more. I remember asking why I needed an IV or anytihing else, and not getting answered, and teh Doctor just talking over me. I finally said, "Excuse me! I need to know what's going on!" *We were still in triage afterall.* The Doctor explained that Emelynn's heartbeat was dropping with my contractions. "For now," she said, "her heartrate comes back up after your contraction is finished but you're not really getting any break. Your contractions are lasting at least two minutes and are no more than two minutes apart. I'm worried you're dehydrated as well, so we're going to give you some fluids. If the babies heart rate doesn't go up, we might have to induce you. So we're going to keep an eye on you."

I remember freaking at the word "induce". I felt so angry that I wasn't being explained to what was happening to my body, my baby.... later on, Jeremy reminded me that they were doing what was most important and that was taking care of baby and making sure she was okay. It was not most important that I be explained every procedure. I got an IV from the mean nurse, and then prayed that there would be a shift change very soon for both our doctor and nurse. Half an hour, there was. :)

Two hours later, and around 9AM, I was beyond my pain limit *still*, and even though I knew the answer, I asked for pain medicine. To my surprise, they came me fentanyl which is a narcotic that they hoped would "help me feel better" and "take care of that pain". It *assisted* (helped is too strong of a word) slightly, basically allowing me to breath slightly during contractions. I remember the Doctor and nurses talking, watching me, saying "she shouldn't be in this much pain still"...."Did she already get the fentanyl?" ..."Yep, and her babies heart rate is unstable so we can't give her anything else yet".... "Gosh...".... ***thank you Kaiser medical staff. This was very helpful. Even though I am in pain, I can still hear you, and yes- I am still right here.****

Me oblivious to it, time was passing and at 10:30 the Doctor came in and said "she's still in this much pain? Let's go ahead and admit her so we can give her an epidural". ***I like you!*** The nurse asked, "would you like to check her again before you do?". "No, I will check her after she has the epidural and she's more comfortable." Emelynn's heart rate was "stable", but continued to drop during contractions. However, at this point, it was still coming back up. The Doctor said there was still a chance they might have to do an emergency c-section, especially if I wasn't dilated much more, but, "I don't think that's the case. Your contractions are so close together and hitting so hard. But I am a little concerned about her heart rate. I want to get you an epidural to get your pain under control and slow down your contractions a little bit, and let the baby and you get some rest."

At 10:45 they wheeled me back into Labor & Delvery. I remember the lights passing overhead and it being all blurry... the pain had me so out of it. I had never experienced that sort of pain before. The anthestesiologist was about to go into a c-section, and the second was already in one. I remember my nurse saying "she's in a lot of pain and we will have her totally ready for you". Thankfully the anthestesiologist agreed to give me the epidural before he went into surgery. Jeremy stepped out for this part, and my Mom stayed with me. Right before Jeremy stepped outside, I remember telling him, "I think this is it baby." He smiled at me and said, "Yep, we're going to meet our baby today." ***My parents and sisters had been taking turns in triage, even though Jeremy was there most of the time. They were great... thank you!!!*** I remember telling the anthestheolsist that a contraction was coming (they were still every 90 to 120 seconds apart), and he said, "that's okay". He gave me the epidural during a contraction and... it didn't hurt!!! Stung a little, yes, but the IV from the rude nurse in triage was fifty times worse. I was grateful to the point of tears. Finally some relief. Slowly my legs became heavy, and it moved upward, towards my hips. The Doctor came in at 11:00 and wanted to check me, so my Mom stepped outside.

I was 5 1/2 cent. dialated, and she said I was doing great. They were going to go ahead and break my water, but didn't say anything about baby. I was numb down there now, so when she did I couldn't feel naything. She did say, "Oh, well that's not much. Honey I think your water already broke. Hmmm. Yeah, I think so because there's not much there." ... ***At this point I thought, You think! You think!! How can you just think someone's water broke! Don't you know?**** I wasn't the most patient during my labor. She kept looking at the monitors, and I asked if everything was okay. She said she was worried about Emelynn's heart rate (I loved that this Doctor (Doctor Erica Sheridan) knew and called our baby girl by name now...). She stepped out for a few minutes, leaving me with the nurses who kept looking at printouts and pressing buttons on their fancy computers. I was still out of it, exhausted from the pain and not "all there" from the fentanyl. She returned and said that she was going to attach a small probe to Emelynn's head that would let us know a bit more about how she's doing. She started explaining and I remember saying, "It's fine. Just do what you have to do." I had heard about using the fetal pulse oximetry during one of our Kaiser classes, and wasn't worried about it. She attached the probe and left again for a brief moment.

At 11:20, the Doctor came back. It had only been a few minutes. Poor Jeremy was still outside because he thought the epidural would take a bit longer that it did. Last he heard, I was 5 1/2 cent. and doing great. The Doctor came in and said, okay I'm going to put this on Emelynn's head .... I still don't know if she actually ever put it on her head or not because almost immediately after she said, "if it doesn't go up soon, we're going to do have to do an emergency c-section." ... not really talking to me, but more to herself and the other nurses. By this time, those words had been thrown out so much this morning... I was still "blowing them off"... those words, not the Doctor. I just refused to believe that I would need a c-section. After all, it was the only chapter in all those books I hadn't read. Our baby was okay and was going to be fine. I had such a peace.

Yet another nurse came in from outiside my room and asked if she could do anything. The Doctor said no, but why don't you go get Dad. "Kristi, I'm going to go ahead and check you again, but if the baby's heart rate doesn't go up soon, I'm going to take you back for a c-section." She was very calm, as was my body (I had the epidural afterall), but my eyes were watery and I was nervous. As she was checking me she started explaining quickly the process of a c-section. I was in a blur. They had just mentioned it up till now, but now it felt like the Doctor was going to full throttle thrust me into the operating room. It was very tense, and I could feel the pressure in the room. They were really worried about the baby. I knew she would be fine though. She said I was 7 cen. dilated, and as Jeremy was walking in the room, said, "Okay Dad if the baby's heart rate doesn't go up soon we're going to take her back for a c-section, okay? .... 2 seconds go by .... Okay I've had enough, let's go."

Several nurses who were already at my side, began detaching stuff from the wall so I was mobile, and unlocked my bed. Everything was moving so fast. As they were wheeling me out, I reached for Jeremy's hand and looked up at him. He was starting to cry, and I told him everything would be okay; baby and I were going to be just fine. He bent down and hugged me and I remember I could feel his tears and it broke my heart that i couldn't comfort him. He thanked me for being "so brave", and said I love you.

***As we left Jeremy said, "What should I do?" Left standing alone in the L & D room, they threw him a pair of scrubbs on their way out and said, "Throw these on. Someone will be here to get you in a minute."

I remember when they were basically jogging me down the hall, I couldn't feel my legs, and I wasn't in pain from the contractions anymore. It was such a welcome relief.

Jeremy had a nurse come back a few seconds later after we had all left, and led him back into the operating room. While he was still on the way, they had hooked me up to a bunch of machines, and quickly began. Unfortunately, my lower abdomen was not numb yet, and I felt a burning heat slice me. I don't know how much they cut, but they cut, and I could feel it. I said, "OW OW OW OW!" The anesthesiologist said, "You felt that!". "Yes! Yes!". He then asked me "pressure or.." "NO! I feel it! It burns!" (Jeremy walked in now) "Ok Kristianne we're going to give you something that's going to make you fall asleep okay?" I looked over at Jeremy and he looked just like the movies in his blue scrubs. I remember saying in my head *Thank you Jesus that he's here. I don't want to be alone.*

(From Jeremy, said to me)
I walked in the room, and there was a sheet up and a bunch of wires were going from your head area to down beneath the sheet. I reached down and held your hand, and kissed your forehead and told you that I loved you. The Doctor said that you'll feel some tugging and pressure and you told them that you felt it alot and it was stinging. The Doctors then asked you if you felt that, and you said yes, and that it hurts really bad. The Doctor up by your head said "Ok, we're going to give you something so you go to sleep". Then about 15 seconds later, your eyes closed and you were asleep. The Doctors then asked me if I was ready to see it, so I stood up, expecting to see my baby, but only seeing the open incision. They brought me a chair so I could sit down. I just stayed by your side, stroking your head, and kissing your hand. What seemed like just a minute later, they said "11:38". About a minute after that, two doctors brought her to the heating table, and I could see her. I stayed holding your hand, but watching the baby, as the Doctors were trying to get her to cry. It seemed like forever that she just laid there, but she then let out one long scream, but didn't breath back in after she had let out her air. I'd say probably four seconds later, her body starting at her head, turned dark purple, down to her toes. A few seconds after that, she took a deep breath and the pink color immediately returned. The Doctors still wanted her to breathe consistently, and after about thirty seconds of tapping her and flipping her over, she was breathing just fine. The Doctor then gave her the second Apgar score of nine, and the Doctors then said I could let go of your hand because you were okay. So I left your side and walked over to Emelynn and held her hand. They wrapped her up, and let me hold her, and I got to kiss her and bring her to you so you could see her. Your eyes were now open, but you couldn't focus on her. Your eyes were super fluttery, bouncing everywhere. I put her the top of her head to your forehead so you could kiss her. You kept asking where she was, and she was right in front of your face. You couldn't focus on anything. I was holding her right infront of you, but you kept asking, "Is she okay, is she okay, is she okay". And even after telling you "yes, she was okay", you'd ask again.

I don't really remember everything the Doctors did or how long it took, but I was going back and forth between the baby and you, giving you kisses, and telling you how much I love you. I was pretty quiet, because I was kinda crying. It was a really scary time beacuse I heard the doctors say that the cord was wrapped all around her and tying her up, and knowing that you were put asleep and had to go through a c-section. But it was a very nice relaxing thing to see her take that big deep breath.

Eventually the Doctors took me to the recovery room with Emelynn. After sewing you back up, they brought you to the recovery room to be with us. While you were being sewed up, they were weighing her, taking her temperature, giving her two shots in her thighs, cleaning her up, giving her a bath, changing her diaper. They had already put one on.

When you came back to the room, you were still asleep. You were asleep and waking up for about an hour, and we were in the recovery room for about three. At some point, when you could keep your eyes open, relatively speaking, you asked the nurse if you could do "skin to skin", and hold her for the first time. The nurse said of course, and I put her in your arms.

***For me, this was the most amazing feeling as a Mom. Smelling her, feeling her soft baby skin against my body, talking to her in my mumbled voice.... this is one of my favorite memories."

I do remember that the entire time we were in recovery, Emelynn didn't make a sound, even after the shots. However, the baby next "door"/sheet over, was wailing the whole time. You kept asking if that was Emelynn crying because you were still out of it, and I said no, she hasn't cried yet.

At about one thirty, the Doctor brought your Mom back to see if we were okay, and that's when family started coming back to see her. The next three days were visitors, nurses, diaper changes, and very little sleep - on our parts. Emelynn slept like a baby. To Kristi's horror, she later realized that the first night, Emelynn had slept twelve hours straight through. The Nurses and Doctors said to let her. They kept coming in to do stuff to Kristianne, and since Emelynn wasn't crying, they looked after her.

All in all - it was a blur, a blessing, and the best thing that's ever happened- by far. We are blessed to have Emelynn Grace in our lives, and we are so excited for what the future holds. God watched over us in that hospital, without a doubt. And for that, we are eternally grateful. 

Monday, November 22, 2010

you're good- but you can't fly.

My coworker told me this early last week… and throughout the week I kept needing to repeat it:

“Kristi- you are not super Mom. You can not be awesome Mom, and awesome employee. I know you want to because I’m the same way- but you can’t do it all. Take care of your daughter- you’re a Mom and you know that comes first so don’t feel guilty for not being here. You’re great- but we survived before you and we’ll be fine a day without you. You’re not super Mom. You’re good, but you can’t fly.”

This week, I played part-time Mom, part-time employee. No wonder I’m exhausted. Mentally, it was so draining to be switching hats – back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth again. Trying to do was impossible, although there were humorous moments.

Emelynn was sick this week. A cold with a low-grade fever, we ended up keeping her home from daycare on both Tuesday and Thursday (she didn’t have a fever on Wednesday). Monday night was hard, so when we “woke up” (haha. You’d have to fall asleep in order to wake up, but for the point of trying to tell a story…) I knew we would need to do some juggling. I needed to pull some locked files for my boss, so I had to go in. Not to mention other things that had laid waiting in my inbox tray. So I took my daughter into work with me. Having her throw up with one of the assistants (sorry J), and roll around everywhere on the floor while I try to type emails… it was hilarious! Needless to say we went home and rested….. our poor baby girl...

She’s feeling much better now, still has a cough and a cold, but no fever! Thank you Jesus!

So needless to say by Wednesday (only ½ way through the week) I was ready to go to Australia. Well, not really Australia- but just AWAY! I needed a break. My poor friend and co-worker was the brunt of this as she kept working till the clocked ticked 5 and I, who was off at 4:30, waited anxiously at her desk for her to finish. Looking back, I definitely crossed the line when it came to being cordial. I was wrapped in a cocoon of my own world and needing to escape- completely ignoring that she had a big project going on. Sorry friend. So after a little of that “ex-boyfriend awkwardness” (you know… when you pass by and want to say hi after a day or so, but don’t know if you should…), I moved on. Yes I made an idiot out of myself, but I can’t always be poised and professional. It’s just not me.

I was relieved to welcome Thursday, except waking up to a sick baby who again had a fever- was NOT fun. HUGE thanks go to the Burkes and my sister Brittany. John and one of his two beautiful daughters came over at last minute notice, and watched her from 7:30-9:45. THANK YOU! Then Brittany came over and did her Aunt thing. J How is it that I can’t manage to go pee and watch Emelynn when she’s sick, yet when I came home at lunch to relieve her so she could go to class- she had made snicker doodle cookies from scratch while Emelynn sat as content as can be in her highchair??? Oh the conundrums of life… J Emelynn and I took a nice long nap that afternoon on our bed, and I loved every second of it. I think my body needed it too. Her coughing I can hear through a closed door, a hallway, and a heater. When I heard Jeremy come home I quietly slipped off the bed to give him a hug and sit with him for a little bit. 10 minutes or so later- I hear a “THUD”. I waited 2 seconds- and thought- oh my gosh- Emelynn! I ran down the hallway, turned on the light- no baby on the bed. Looked down and there are my child’s kicking naked feed. She was head-down in the trash can next to our bed. Somehow she had rolled and scooted off the pillows. Oh my gosh I died. I was crying long after she was done crying, and silent for most of the night. How could I do such a thing? (I called my Dad and he comforted me like only Dad’s can, but oh my gosh. I’ve never felt that bad. With the exception of a small scratch on her back and a red scratch on her forehead, she was fine- scared- but fine. This was the first time not even a bottle could comfort her. I just held her and then Jeremy held her. Poor thing took a while to stop crying. Oh my gosh…. Never again will she be on our bed. She had never before rolled on our bed in her sleep. Normally in our bed- she’s out. Doesn’t even move. And when she does wake up- she’s either crying or talking. We didn’t even hear her make a sound. When I grabbed her out of the depths of the plastic rectangular trashcan- padded with a dirty diaper and junk mail, her eyes were still closed and she cried. She was still asleep. My poor baby girl….

Jeremy continued to try and brighten my mood throughout the night- topped off the conversation below. I did not find this humorous until later.

J: Move over fatty.
K: Babe!
J: I didn’t mean fatty- I meant phatty.
K: Oh like I’m too cool to be next to you.
J: No!
K: Oh so I’m fat.
J: No! Come here… I love you.
K: No, you called me fat.
J: Kristi…
K: *pout*, scooted over to snuggle. Ok.

Thank you Jesus that the weekend was right around the corner. I would be welcoming it with open arms… just one more half day at the office.

But then there was Friday….

Let’s just do bullet points-

·         It was “Preview Day” on campus, so we had tons of families of possible students touring the campus, wondering if this University was the place for them. The day was going great and very smooth. Tours were happening, parents were assured and kids were getting excited. Then in chapel a student fainted. She didn’t have much to eat that morning, but thankfully a staff had seen it happen and quickly pulled a chair under her – so it wasn’t that obvious. What was, however, blatantly obvious, was when mid-Chapel our camera man fainted and fell off the podium. Yep. Locked his knees, hadn’t eaten breakfast. Our podium is heightened in the middle back-ish section of our chapel warehouse, and is pretty obvious to all students. So when he went down- he went down.

·         My boss’ Birthday present had arrived the day before- FINALLY! A week late, FedEx had finally dropped off the carousel photo frame. I had bought it online, so I was so excited to actually see it! It was perfect to house her growing number of photographs of her grandchildren, to which to date, had just created a frequently referred to pile on her desk. I wanted to keep it in the bubble-wrap until I got to the office, but still put it in a gift bag, etc. I was so excited. It was a nice big bag with sailboats, very calm and relaxing- so her. And the frame was going to be perfect. Until she opened it. I walked in to see her so kindly being excited, and I was too- until a few minutes later she asked for my help putting the photos into the frames. It was “a little difficult” she had said because one of the frames was “a little off”. I said I would take care of it and took the photos and the frame to my desk to assemble. TO MY SHOCK! 3 of the 4 frames were broken or bent- not even all the way connected. When I placed it on my desk, the entire frame set was tilted largely to the right. These poopy little foam covers were supposed to be removed and reinserted in a very small opening after the photos were inserted in order to keep the pictures from falling off. For $50 it was truly a piece of poop. I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO embarrassed. And of course, my boss being the 2nd Mother Theresa, she didn’t say a thing. I went in and apologized and said she was too good and I respected her too much to give her that gift. So at lunch I went to Pottery Barn and purchased the other carousal photo frame I had considered purchasing originally. I gave it to her today, and she loved it. So lesson learned- when giving someone a gift that was purchased online, put it together first and make sure it’s in good condition. Second lesson- do not buy anything from sendaframe.com. The 1 day guaranteed shipping actually means 6 days, and their definition of quality is a joke.

·         I had the joy of leaving work early to go to both an OBGYN appt. and a GI appointment. The GI appointment went good. The doctors was nice, but said he thought the IBS diagnosis was spot on. He could run a few more tests- but recommended that I continue taking a pro-biotic, and maybe try just that instead of the $140 combination of supplements (which includes a pro-biotic) and a shake supplement that I had received from a holistic doctor a few weeks ago. I tried taking the pro-biotic and not the other stuff- and guess who was “sick” on Saturday night and Sunday. Boo. TMI- I know, but I figure if you’re reading my blog, you know me pretty well. And this blog serves as my diary- my release- my “coffee”- my margarita- all in one. And it’s free. So if you don’t want to read about my digestive issues or my OB appointment, don’t! J So after one $30 co-pay on floor 3 of Kaiser, I take the elevator down to floor 2 and pay another $30 co-pay to see my OB. Well he wasn’t in so I got a Nurse Practioner that I had never seen. I was super nervous, but I figured it would be a straight forward appointment. I was there for my annual appointment, and they wanted to remove my IUD. My OB thinks that part of the reason I’ve had stomach issues was because of my IUD, so he switched me to a pill instead. So the NP was really nice. It was weird entering a doctor’s office with fake butterflies and fake flowers on the wall, encouraging sayings and quotes… I definitely am used to my male OB with his straight forward, dry-humor. This girly stuff was relaxing, but it didn’t make up for me having to get on the scale twice in one day. And seriously- who likes going to the OB- ON A FRIDAY. (Well I guess any day at Kaiser is dampened). I was told several times that after you have kids- you don’t really care who sees down there. WRONG. I am still as prideful as can be and I like my stuff between me the sheets, and my husband, and the shower. Those are the only privileged individuals. Maybe after Baby #2…… or not.

I’ve got to wrap this up somehow. Spent the weekend with my beautiful family & a beautiful friend and loved it.

Friday night we celebrated my Grandma’s birthday with one of my favorite home-cooked meals- Meatballs! Yum! J My Uncle had flown in, and it was awesome for him to meet Em for us to catch up.

Saturday Jeremy took Em to celebrate my nephew’s birthday while I stayed back and celebrated a girl’s day with Melanee. We got pedicures, enjoyed lunch & drinks at PF Changs, and then … got waxed! Ouch! What a girls’ day. Her company was priceless, and as much as I had several “withdrawal” moments of missing my two favorite people, it was so nice to get rejuvenated. Saturday night I met up again with some family at a local restaurant. Tried to order a beer at the bar, only to be asked if I had a license that wasn’t expired. Darn. I knew that little paper the DMV gave me until my new license came in the mail was going to be worth something. Water for one?

Sunday was church, and saw a dear friend and her husband and daughter- some friends from Emelynn’s play group. They were checking out our church. It was so great to see them. I love our church. J If only I could commit myself wholly to being there every Sunday. Between the rainy weather, a dirty house, an often unshowered body, and unwashed “church appropriate” clothes from last week- it’s hard to get out the door. Especially for the early service since Emelynn has conveniently changed her nap time to coincide directly with the time that we would normally leave for the 2nd service. But this week we made it! We bundled her up in her rain gear, and made it out the door! Yes- 20 minutes late we arrived, but we were there!

This month, we’re learning about love, and studying 1 Corinthians 13. This week was about forgiveness. One of my favorite professors used to say that those who have a forgiveness problem, usually have a grace problem. In their minds- God is not big enough to forgive them and grant them grace, which is why normally they have a hard time forgiving others. I often think of that, and remind myself how much God has forgiven me and try to be more forgiving of others.

Jeremy & I finished the day with double solitaire and a nice dinner. How I needed that time with him. It was so nice.

It’s on to Monday, and who knows what the week will bring. These lessons I will carry:

1.       I am not superwoman. I’m good, but I can’t fly.
2.       Emelynn is no longer allowed to sleep on our bed by herself.
3.       Take life lightly, or at least, lighter.
4.       Forgive, because God forgave me.

All for now,

P.S. I read this blog and found it really encouraging... it's about trying to be a Christian Supermom - click here: Unlocking Femininity Blog

Monday, November 15, 2010


But God has BLESSED me with people that have helped me through the journey, and these are some of the things I have grown to learn:

  1. Regardless of how thoroughly not “at peace” or “at peace” I might feel about something one day, WAIT- give it time. Emotions are not everything. And “peace” can be deceiving.
  2. Life can be tough, but it’s never as bad as it seems.
  3.  A walk outside can almost always brighten my mood.
  4.  A shower helps too.
  5. Hugs heal the soul when you let them, and when words can't.
  6. I am worth it.
  7. It can get better. It will get better.
  8. I am not a failure.
  9. I am emotional. And just because I am emotional, it does not mean I am a failure.
  10. And again- because it’s worth saying it- I’m worth it. I’m worth the time. I’m worth the energy. I’m worth the cost of the medical bills for counseling. I’m worth the extra doctor’s appointment. I’m worth the bath soak and candles. I’m worth the massage, the pedicure. I’m worth the healthy dinner. It’s okay to laugh, to enjoy, to splurge (sometimes)- and it’s okay to do those because you’re you- and no one else is. Stop saving your grace and kindness for everyone else but you. Stop apologizing. I am worth it.
  11. I do not deserve the negativity. The insults. The degrading, dehumanizing, worthless thoughts that sometimes come in my head. I do not deserve those. I do not deserve to not be given an extra chance that normally I would give anyone else.
  12. I am never too hopeless for prayer, although I am often too prideful.
  13. I need help. Most people do.
  14. I take Prozac, and it helps me. And as much as I can rationalize and support the use of it, as I would support a diabetic taking insulin, I don’t think I’ll ever be totally okay with taking it.
  15. It’s not healthy to use words like “ever” or “never” like I did in #14.
  16. No one has a perfect family, because families are made up of people- individuals rather, with their own faults and gifts. We have our perfect blessings, but no one person - except Christ - is perfect.
  17. Anger, for me, is a symptom of my depression.
Anything you’ve learned from your depression that you’d like to share?
Or something from a “down” time in your life?

Depression is an ugly thing.
But by sharing, God can be glorified in it.

Happy Birthday sweetie

Happy Birthday little girl. You are such a joy in our lives. I love you.


Wednesday, November 10, 2010


I want one!!!!!!!! How cool is that! Oh the books I could read……………… my boss just got one and she said she purchased the autobiography of Benjamin Franklin (on my to-do list) for only $1.99! Oh how cool is this!!




Monday, November 8, 2010

From one Invisible Mom to another.

The text that follows is from an e-mail I received.  It was written for mothers, but I think it speaks to the invisibility we all sometimes feel….know that God sees the little things you do….


It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.  Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'

Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.

The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more:
Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being.

I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'

I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, and she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'


It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.  I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:

'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:  No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam.  He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.'  And, the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'  I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for Me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction.   But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime, because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.


Sunday, November 7, 2010

30 Rock - Classic Liz and Jack Moments - Video - NBC.com

Absolutely CLASSIC! The last scene is my favorite :)

30 Rock - Classic Liz and Jack Moments - Video - NBC.com

Gilroy Gardens

Yesterday we took our first trip to Gilroy Gardens! Grandmie and Grandpie paid as a gift to all of us- THANK YOU! Silly me thought it was just a garden, but oh so much more! Gilroy Gardens is a kids amusement park, and totally caters to the little LITTLE ones. It was PERFECT! The day started out with rain, which had us all a little worried, but it cleared up in no time! It was so great to spend time with my nieces and nephew... the only missing was Jeremy and Aaron. Aaron was working, and Jeremy was on Day 2 of his GATE (not not gay class Janell & Adam) class for an extra unit. We shared lunch, and many 1st for Emelynn! This was the first time all of the cousins were together. It was so neat to see how close in age they were. All fascinated by the same things. It was truly so memorable. I can't wait to go back again.

Emelynn's First Ferris Wheel Ride, and really first ride ever!

Glued to Grandpie :)

Cousin N (I've got to work on my blog names...) and Cousin K made you laugh soooo hard!
 Cousin H joins in on the fun....
 The many faces of Emelynn
 Cousin N was doing upside down bunny ears- she thought it was quite amusing!

 Too cute- it was so good to spend some time with them, and especially one of my two favorite sister in laws

The first time the 5 cousins were together!

The Family, minus the important Uncle A who was working, and Daddy who was taking his class.

There were so many beautiful waterfalls. It's hard to believe that the day started with rain! But perhaps that's why the colors in this place were all so very vivid.

Cousin M- who grows cuter in her cuteness every time I see her.

 My amazing in-laws. It was such a great day to chat with them, be encouraged, and get my love tank from the Millers full again...aww the feeling of Miller love

The merry-go-round was full sized, and gorgeous! Cousin N was afraid of nothing.

 Emelynn was quite enthused with the many lights and sounds coming from our chariot.

One of my favorite sister-in-laws, her joy with her daughter I can't but hope to have as Em gets older! They are so close.... little cute conversation that had happened at dinner later in the evening was this...
Mom: You need to have a few more bites before you're done.
M: *Pout*
Mom: How old are you?
M: Freeee....*admidst pouting* (Three)
Mom: Okay, then that's how many bites you need to have- three.
M: O-kay..... *pout* and takes bites.


And B & H.... they look so much alike. Amazed by the beauty and action of this magical place, little H can't help but be taken..... it was so fun catching up with B! Something about being married to Miller men sure units us girls!

She LOVED Grandmie!

Fun on the train ride! And probably my favorite part.... but it's hard to choose just one!

 Jumping up and down before we left the "station"- she really entertains herself, and others!

 The train ride was so beautiful.

 Christmas card anyone?

 Reminds me I need to lose some weight, but my gorgeous one-socked daughter is still so cute, how could I not post this?

A beautiful day with our beautiful family. I can't wait to go again! Holiday of Lights perhaps?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Cloud cloud go away


I don’t need you here.